Instead of hoisting a sign with millions of others,
we drove into the foothills to hang paintings
that had belonged to a dearly departed beloved
for her daughter, to spend time
in remembrance.

We waved at those holding signs on corners
in the small towns along the way, cheered on
those standing shoulder to shoulder
atop overpasses.

Instead of gathering with thousands
outside our state’s Capitol, that day
we also delivered homemade custard
to another beloved in the hospital,
a tiny thing for sure.

But we can do no great things,
as Mother Teresa said.
We can only do small things
with great love.

So we did. And so we do.